Dear friend:-
You're here finally and I bow to the one that brought you here. You're here because you chose to be here at this time. You're here to celebrate beauty through words we speak, through deep silence. We might call them poetry or songs or chants. It does not matter what we call them. What matters most is you're here. These words come through us like flowers come through plants, like the rains pour from the sky. May we all become the light we spread, the beauty we speak. Blessings.
Friday, October 6, 2017
sing
I was hungry for
attention –
I wanted to be noticed
and admired for what
I do–
a friend arrived and
turned me into
wine –
He curved my tongue
into a flute –
Now all I do every day
is sing.
I want this to happen
to you again and
again.
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